Nine out of ten times, Bart didn’t struggle to deal with things like Virgil did. He was the one who had been gone for a year but it looked like Virgil was finding it harder to handle than he was. He couldn’t blame him or be mad at him for it. His relief of being there wouldn’t allow that. Virgil could be angry at him for disappearing and Bart wouldn’t hold it against him. He couldn’t and didn’t know how to.
Holding onto everything all at once to make sure that it didn’t go away wasn’t possible, so instead he settled for holding fast to Virgil. He had a vice-like grip on Static’s jacket and was very unwilling to loosen it. All the time that had passed in the Speed Force provided him with months that could be spent coming up with things to say once he was back. He could have thought up a twenty page speech and memorized it. He’d probably thought enough to make that possible. It was all wasted, for he didn’t remember any of it
“Was half of it yelling?” He could do without the yelling. And the pointing. He was exhausted. The satisfaction of finally being free was stronger than the fatigue he felt, but it couldn’t last forever and came creeping back up on him. It wasn't so bad. Being tired was better than nothing.